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 I tell you a story Only after I ask what she does working hard at work is still less important It is a beautiful old lady 
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I tell you a storyI tell you a story.A couple are passing the railway. The woman is saying, the man is hearing. All some digression. Woman speak very happy, man listen to very conscientiously, hand in hand two people. Shoes of woman sprain enter two groove of rail suddenly, shoes extremely at one rivet that get rusty buckle. Two people still say at the beginning that smile, amuse each other, but the ear-piercing steam whistle sound sounds in the distant place several minutes later, the train rumbles and drives grandly near. The woman frightens white face, the man is flurried too, but the woman's foot was still nipped and must die. Looking at the nearer and nearer hoarse hoarse steel strange beast that is roaring, the woman pushes the man to the outside desperately, her hands have even caught and split the man's face. The man has not left, hold women tightly violently in the instant when the train collides instead, and shout loudly, my dear, we are together. Have you heard this story? You must have heard. Have on a lot of magazines, the discredited street. The problem is, do you believe it? This story not sensationalizing, but a IQ test. It's a pity most people can not work it out. The truth of the thing is: A, the man's foot is sprained in the groove too, have to roar in this way a throat boosts one's courage for oneself. B, this it is one that think famous to think getting crazy man, so throat this call special strength draw mountain to be angry and unparalleled, rumble grand steam whistle sound become mosquito ask, people hear his explanation quickly. C, murders. The woman's leg was nipped and must die, because the man's foot steps on her leg, so the woman should wrestle and roll with the man. You do not want to let me live, I must let you die too. In order to conceal the crime under the watchful eyes of the people, the man sends out and yelps. Moreover, the woman is a kind of living beings of limited IQ after all, easy to be moved, until one earth-shaken to weep of ghosts and gods fill ears in, she may for the moment soft-hearted totally in this way, loose one's grip and set the man free and escape. D, this is that a husband has already had daydream which aesthetic and tired women had to him. E, others. Which kind of truth do you like? No one can learn the real truth, that is God's field. So everybody is piecing together some things according to one's own will. It is not so good as seeing, it is a sentence of lie at all times hearing of, do you think what you saw is truth? Oh, excuse my vulgar analogy. Do you see how to feed pigs remakably? So-called truth, it is people that pour in stone pigwash of the trough. You have the freedom to choose to be eaten, you can utter purt purt several times once in a while, are protesting constantly, get, take the pigwash take the freedom among a small circle of pigwash tomorrow today, but the freedom that sit in front of the dining table gnawing the lump of stewed fish with brown sauce with a swagger of the pigsty that you do not scurry out definitely. Your name is shells? The people in time immemorial all take shells and is used as money. I like you. Can I not like you? The money is the good things. Moreover, your nose is so small, eyes are so small, even this opens one's mouth so small. I liked the pretty and cleverly-made woman, two little noisy white hares did not squat on the chest at any time. The mystery is a little white hare, what is the answer to a riddle? Haha, hiding a rascal rabbit inside. So, they are often very excellent in bed, let people can't help always wanting to stretch out one's hand to drag the short tail of that rabbit. Don't believe men. The man is covered with the excrement maggot at heart, lies all day, the intestines all rot. I take you and open and rinse amusing like this. Don't be serious, do not be serious. First serious, the even better person just becomes a pile of dirty things vomiting out when being drunk. Every of people, the one that scarcely know what one has said disorderly is better. One day, you will do so. OK, you are not angry, the face rises so red, others thought yet you were that the spring tide was suffused with moving. You can spit the saliva to my face, I have already been used to it.
03:19 AM, August 24, 2009
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